Chapter: 133. THE OFFICIAL ENDLIAM MARTIN'S POVI could barely focus. The world seemed to tilt sideways, the chatter and clinking glasses downstairs turning into an unintelligible hum. My vision swam in a haze of disbelief, confusion, and adrenaline. My knees felt weak—I had to lean into Grayson just to stay upright.“You’re going to be fine,” he murmured, his hands bracing me, steady as bedrock. I’d leaned against him without thinking, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something warmer, more intimate, something only he carried. My pulse was a chaotic drum in my ears.“What… what’s happening?” My voice sounded thin, almost foreign. I felt my chest tighten painfully.“Shh,” he said softly, tilting my chin up. His thumb brushed over my jaw with that careful patience that made me want to melt into him entirely. “Just listen.”I nodded dumbly. Words wouldn’t form. My thoughts kept colliding: The party… the people… why is he like this?“I love you,” he said suddenly, almost breaking the fragile quiet
Last Updated: 2025-10-05
Chapter: 132. THE ANNIVERSARYGRAYSON PITTMAN’S POVThe office had that same sterile chill it always did—the hum of the central air, the quiet buzz of the espresso machine, and the faint static of irritation coming from Caisen every time I so much as breathed in his direction. He sat across from me with his usual disdain, the type that made you wonder if he was born glaring.He had his feet on my coffee table and his hand halfway inside Lucian's assistant’s shirt. Typical.Caisen wasn’t mine to control, though heaven knew I’d tried once. I let him and his theatrics exist like a necessary chaos in an otherwise precise world.He was running his thumb along the waistband of Conrad’s jeans, smirking like a cat with feathers in its mouth. I didn’t bother hiding my sigh. “You two do remember this is an office, not an episode of something banned on network television?”Caisen gave me a look sharp enough to decapitate. “You called us here, Pittman. Don’t complain about what you invite.”I had, indeed. And now I almost reg
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Chapter: 131. CLARITYLIAM MARTIN’S POVThe kiss left a taste of espresso and regret on my tongue. I could still feel the press of his hands—steady, commanding, devastatingly gentle—lingering on my skin long after he pulled away. Grayson Pittman didn’t just touch; he claimed. Every brush of his fingers felt like a vow I wasn’t foolish enough to believe anymore.He stood there for a second, his expression unreadable, before muttering something about dinner. I nodded, mutely. He left the conservatory first, as if he hadn’t just rearranged the air I breathed. Typical.I followed minutes later, my lips swollen, my heart swollen stupidly more. The dining room was dimly lit, the kind of aesthetic Grayson liked—muted elegance, crystal glasses that probably cost more than my entire college degree. I sat opposite him, quietly eating the risotto Ratna had left warming on the side. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. Our silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it was a ghost of something unfinished, waiting for one of us to flinch
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Chapter: 130. MASSAGEGRAYSON PITTMAN'S POVThe door to the conservatory, which I had long since converted into Liam’s private studio, was slightly ajar. I pushed it open, the scent of cold americano and paper filling the air, a much-preferred aroma to the sterile smell of my office. He was hunched over a massive drafting table, his back curved like a parenthesis, illuminated by the focused arc of an architectural lamp. Ratna’s report was accurate: he hadn’t moved.He was sitting on a modernist chair—all sleek lines and hard plastic—and the sight of his strained posture sent a sharp, involuntary tremor of irritation through me. Every ache in his body, especially the lower back pain that must be radiating down his spine, was my fault. I owned that debt, and seeing him suffer needlessly, even physically, was unacceptable.“You’re going to ruin your spine,” I stated, my voice cutting through the silent focus of the room. I walked over, not waiting for a response, and snagged one of the overstuffed velvet p
Last Updated: 2025-10-01
Chapter: 129. GRAYSON'S POVGRAYSON PITTMAN'S POVThe granite slab of my conference table felt cold and solid beneath my palms, a necessary anchor in a world that had felt suspiciously fluid since dawn. I ran the final numbers on the acquisition details, my voice clipped and professional as I spoke to my assistant, Mark, standing across the vast, windowed room.“The deal closes by 16:00 today. If Sebastian’s team finds any unexpected liabilities in the final audit, move the funds back to the holding account immediately. I want no loose ends.” I paused, reviewing the timeline I’d put in place. “Clear my calendar starting at 17:00. Hold all non-urgent calls until tomorrow.”Mark nodded, already pivoting to execute the orders, but I stopped him. I needed a distraction, something mundane, before the memory of the previous night could breach the professional barricade I’d constructed.“Call Ratna. Ask her where Mr. Martin is.”Mark didn't blink at the intrusion of a domestic query into a billion-dollar negotiation; he
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Chapter: 128. CO*K- BLOCKINGLIAM MARTIN'S POVThe first thing I registered was the dull throb behind my eyes, a familiar, unwelcome guest after a night of too much drinking. The second was the ache in my lower back, a deep, radiating soreness that had nothing to do with sleeping wrong. I squinted against the morning light that sliced through the balcony doors, a bright, unforgiving square on the polished wood floor. I was in my own room, the same stark white walls and minimalist furniture Grayson had set up for me. But my body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.Fragments of last night came back in a slow, brutal trickle. The bar, the cold air on the balcony, the taste of Grayson’s absurdly expensive whiskey. My stupid, drunken confession about feeling like a charity case. And then, his voice, low and dangerous, cutting through the haze: Why don't you pay with your body?A wave of nausea hit me, a cold, sickening lurch that had nothing to do with the alcohol. I had done it again. Just like years ag
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MY LITTLE PRINCE (MxM)
In the glittering world of high fashion, SPENCER HAYES, A 25 years old. is a name that stands out. Sassy, unapologetically gay, and fiercely independent, Spencer is the vibrant force behind his own fashion empire. But his life takes a dark turn when he witnesses something that shakes him to his core-the murder of a man at the hands of his best friend's brother, DMITRI ROMANOV. To the world, Dmitri is the suave COO of the prestigious Romanov Empire, but beneath the polished exterior lies a far more dangerous reality. He is the elusive mastermind behind the ROAR mafia, a ruthless criminal organization that rules the underworld with an iron fist.
Despite his cold, calculating demeanor, Dmitri has a secret-he's been watching Spencer from afar, drawn not just to his beauty but to his untold past. When the two men collide, it sparks a dangerous game of power, passion, and revelation. As Dmitri seeks to uncover Spencer's deepest secrets, their connection intensifies, blurring the lines between love and control. Dmitri's dark world of violence and strategy contrasts sharply with Spencer's glamorous life, yet together, they form an undeniable bond that neither can escape.
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Chapter: 6. PILLOWKEITH KING'S POVThe sharp, suffocating cold of a lingering nightmare jerks me awake.My eyes snap open, my chest heaving as my hand immediately shoots out to the other side of the bed, reaching for the warmth that belongs to me.Nothing.Only smooth, freezing sheets.I bolt upright. The silver chains I meticulously locked around his ankles and wrists are lying wide open on the mattress, dangling uselessly over the edge. The dark room is completely empty.A wave of pure, scorching white fury surges through my mind, making my hands tremble. He ran. After everything, after three excruciating years of waiting, he just slipped away in the dark."It's rude to leave your lover like this on the bed, Ivan," I whisper into the quiet room, my voice trembling with a mixture of rage and bitter fondness.I reach over and haul Ivan’s pillow into my chest, burying my face deep into the fabric. I inhale sharply. The faint, unmistakable scent of his cologne, mixed with his sweat and the lingering rain
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Chapter: 5. MISSED ME?IVAN ROMANOV'S POVThe cold air hits my skin first, waking me from a heavy, synthetic fog.My eyes snap open. It’s dark, probably around two in the morning. The only illumination comes from a sharp beam of moonlight cutting through a high window, washing over my face. I try to move my hands, but the harsh scrape of coarse rope bites into my wrists. I look down. I’m completely naked, my limbs securely tied to the heavy iron frame of a bed in a room I don't recognize.I try to pull against the restraints, but my muscles feel like lead. The exhaustion is overwhelming, a lingering side effect of whatever drug he used to knock me out in the woods."Is anyone there?" I call out.My voice only echoes off the bare walls, hollow and empty. Then, through the silence, I hear the slow, rhythmic drip, drip, drip of water from a nearby tap. A dark, twisted certainty settles in my chest. I know exactly who it is. Who else would be insane enough to kidnap Ivan Romanov?My mind drifts back to when he
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Chapter: 4. DARK FORESTIVAN ROMANOV'S POVThe taste of the escort's lipstick hasn’t even faded from my mouth when the heavy oak door of the VIP suite violently bursts open."Mr. Romanov! You need to get out! There's a fire!" One of the club's security guards screams, his face pale and drenched in sweat, a thick column of grey smoke already billowing in behind him.The girl doesn't even wait for my permission. She shrieks, scrambling off my lap so fast she trips over her own heels, running past the guard and out into the corridor without looking back.I sit frozen for a fraction of a second, staring at the doorway. A fire? In a high-end, heavily fortified establishment like Noir? For a split second, my eyes dart back to the hidden camera in the molding. Can he really do it? Did that little psychopath actually just set a building on fire to interrupt a kiss?There’s no time to rationalize it. The acrid smell of burning plastic and wood hits my nose, and the smoke thickens, burning my throat. I don't have time
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Chapter: 3. BARIVAN'S POVThe penthouse office smells of stale espresso and my father’s impending stroke.For forty-eight hours, the Romanov empire has been operating on pure, unadulterated chaos. My older brother, Nikolai, the golden boy who was supposed to shoulder the weight of this family, went and got himself married out of nowhere. No warning. No strategic alliance. Just a sudden, reckless leap that left the family business fractured and my father absolutely unhinged.And Jeremy has completely checked out to deal with his new obsession towards his secretary, the entire weight of the firm has dropped squarely onto my shoulders. I’ve been pulling consecutive night shifts, drowning in spreadsheets, and cleaning up the collateral damage of my father's rage. Three of our top executives resigned this morning alone after getting shredded in the boardroom, and to top it all off, a massive legal case just landed on my desk, threatening to blow a hole through our latest acquisition.By midnight, the wal
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Chapter: 2. STATUEKEITH KING'S POVThe studio is dead silent, save for the rhythmic, grinding rasp of my chisel against marble.Scratch. Pause.Scratch.I tilt my head, the midday sunlight streaming through the massive glass windows and catching the dust motes dancing around my creation. The room is crowded with shapes—abstract figures, half-formed limbs, forgotten projects—but none of them matter.Only this one.I step closer, my fingertips lightly brushing a layer of white powder from the statue’s sharp jawline. A faint smile slips onto my face.Beautiful. Not perfect yet, but close. So close.My eyes trace the features I have memorized down to the millimeter. The strong jaw, the piercing, aristocratic structure, the subtle, deceptive dimples. It is the face of a man who looks entirely untouchable.Ivan Romanov.Most artists spend a lifetime hunting for a muse. I found mine when I was just a child. My angel. My purpose. The only person in the world who ever looked at me and didn't see a problem waiti
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Chapter: SEASON 2 (IVAN ROMANOV X KEITH KING)The judge’s final words didn't register. They didn't need to. They were just the predictable, bureaucratic period at the end of a sentence I had spent six months writing.Across the aisle, the opposing counsel looked like a man who had survived a car crash only to realize his insurance had lapsed. His client had the dazed, hyperventilating expression of the newly pardoned. I didn't smile. I didn't congratulate myself. I simply closed my manila folder with a single, sharp motion.Another victory. Another fire extinguished. Another afternoon spent scrubbing the blood and stupidity off someone else’s hands."Congratulations, Mr. Romanov."A junior associate offered me a nervous, desperate-to-impress smile as he held open the heavy wooden door. I didn't slow down. I gave him a microscopic nod, just enough to acknowledge he was taking up physical space, and stepped out into the echoing marble corridor.The elevator doors hadn't even finished closing before the phone in my breast pocket beg
Last Updated: 2026-06-09
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